Ice and fire, Ice Dragon and Fire Dragon—a thrilling battle! The pervasive blue mist, the Ice Dragon cutting through the icy ocean. Everything happening on the Shivering Sea filled Rhaegar with fear.
Where the Ice Dragon and the blue mist danced, it was not something human strength could withstand. Within the blue mist was the Ice Dragon, along with the servants it brought: pale mermaids, dead sailors, whales, sharks, and more. Fortunately, such a terrifying Ice Dragon has not yet appeared Beyond the Wall outside the Wall in Westeros, otherwise the wildlings would likely have been completely wiped out long ago. The Ice Dragon represents cold ice, and seems to be the god of cold drawing a bit more power from the sea.
"I can actually summon the power of the sea too, but I feel like the effect is mediocre against the Ice Dragon!" Rhaegar thought, because wherever the blue mist passed, the sea surface froze, annihilating everything into a world of ice. It would be difficult to summon water successfully now. The power of the god of cold restrains everything; only fire is the best method of resistance. Fire and the Ice Dragon are mutually restrictive to some extent.
"Fighting the Ice Dragon feels like a huge drain on magic and is fraught with danger!" The pale blue mist was truly terrifying, and within it seemed to be an endless supply of wights. Rhaegar used his bloodline to summon savage runes and fire seeds, essentially burning himself out, but he couldn't afford a prolonged fight. The Ice Dragon's size was at least two hundred meters, and a single blast of ice flame was incredibly powerful. Rhaegar had fire and runes to resist, but ordinary people, upon contact, would likely be converted into ghouls. Moreover, being in a cold environment meant fighting an away game! Rhaegar was truly afraid there might be more than one Ice Dragon in the blue mist, so escaping the mist was the best choice.
"The power of the god of cold truly exceeds mortal imagination!" Rhaegar thought. "The world originated from water and also from fire; the two main elements in this world are fire and water. The magic of Old Valyria is blood and fire, while the power of the god of cold is ice, the power of the Rhoynar people is water, and the power of the Drowned God is the ocean. Simply the element of water manifesting has several different categories. The power of the Rhoynar people comes from the great river, the God of Flame comes from the deep sea, and the god of cold relies mainly on freezing temperatures. Furthermore, there is the Storm God, who represents storms!"
"I am the Dragonlord representing fire, and my fire is fundamentally opposed to the god of cold, the Ice Dragon, and the Others. It seems I must temper my flames to deal with the terrifying Ice Dragons that may appear in the future!" Rhaegar already saw the god of cold as his greatest enemy. For now, he needed to consider how to deal with the terrifying Ice Dragon. Even if the Ice Dragon is a type of Other, its immense size of over two hundred meters, its ice flame breath, and its terrifying defense and speed make it very difficult to attack up close with ordinary obsidian dragonglass. Although the Ice Dragon is huge, its speed has not diminished. The Ice Dragon and a flesh-and-blood dragon are, after all, different species. If a typical dragon reached this size, it would mean it had reached old age and would slow down significantly, becoming very sluggish.
Rhaegar's location had brought him close to Braavos again, probably near Lorath. Rhaegar decided to fly first to the new black town of Ghoyan Drohe to rest. Next, Rhaegar wanted to fly to Myr, needing to import a batch of Myr crossbows, standard Myr equipment.
"Are those messy, mischievous Others and ghouls real?" The Red Viper asked Rhaegar first. All Westerosi children knew those mischievous stories about the terrifying Others, but no one could have imagined they were actually real.
"Absolutely true, Prince. I killed several Others and over four hundred ghouls! In the North, I was dancing with a large group of wildlings and a large group of Night's Watch men at the time. Those wights arrived amidst the ice and mist," Rhaegar said casually. "But those aren't the most terrifying things; the most terrifying is the giant Ice Dragon, about two hundred meters long!" Rhaegar also shared this secret with the Red Viper, though he did not mention his own battle with the Ice Dragon on the Shivering Sea.
"My heavens! May the Seven protect us!" The Red Viper was also startled. The appearance of the Others—is it truly the end of the world? Human power is practically powerless against the supernatural. Westeros has rumors of Others and ghouls, while Essos has legends of the Ice Dragon.
"But you don't need to worry; aside from the most troublesome Ice Dragon, everything else can be dealt with," Rhaegar continued, easing the Red Viper's mind.
The Red Viper's expression finally relaxed a bit. It seemed things might not be so terrible. "It looks like the whole world has become unbelievable, but in the face of disaster, His Eminence the High Septon is probably going to make a fortune!" The Red Viper quipped.
"He certainly made a lot. When the King announced the appearance of the Others and wights in the North, the churches in King's Landing were absolutely packed, and countless believers began praying to the Seven for peace and the dispersal of the Long Winter!" Rhaegar also recalled those scenes—pious believers, the dominant color of the entire era. However, the High Septon didn't keep all that money; the people's money was split fifty-fifty, and the King received a portion. This is because the High Septon is a smart man who understands that in this era, the protection of the King's military force is still necessary. Otherwise, no matter how rich the Faith might be, it would just be a fat sheep ready for slaughter!
"We must be careful of fanatical cultists like the Shepherd appearing; we cannot associate with these crazed, superstitious followers," the Red Viper warned. Whenever faith collapses around times of war and chaos, these doomsday cultists always appear. During the Dance of the Dragons, the mob that stormed the Dragonpit did so under the leadership of the Shepherd, resulting in a river of blood.
"I will be careful about this, and I have also reminded the Small Council! The lords will also pay attention to this area." Rhaegar also had a premonition about religious fanaticism in this turbulent era. After all, Westeros has seen multiple instances of zealous followers causing chaos, leaving everyone wary.
"Are there any movements among the khals?" Rhaegar asked the Red Viper. Once he heads north to the Wall, the Dothraki Sea will feel quite distant.
"Not yet. A single khal would not dare attack us unless they gathered at Vaes Dothrak and the Dothraki launched a joint attack." The Red Viper already had suitable intelligence peddlers traveling with the caravans across the Dothraki Sea. The large merchant caravans carrying the Silver Dragon banner are avoided by the Dothraki horsemen, and the Dothraki Sea is rich in resources, allowing the horsemen to live well even without relying on raiding.
"Be wary of instigation from Braavos and Qarth! They are being harmed now that land caravans are being used. The safety of the people is paramount; if the situation becomes unfavorable, you may retreat first. The safety of the people is paramount!" Rhaegar instructed the Red Viper. Given Ghoyan Drohe's current position, only two major city-states and the horsemen of the Dothraki Sea dare to challenge it again. But the two city-states use subtle methods, while the Dothraki rely on naked violence. Rhaegar trusts the Red Viper to control the situation, but he also permits the Red Viper to flee if he is overwhelmed.
"Relying on strong fortifications, these Dothraki horsemen can be dealt with! Everything is possible!" The Red Viper was confident. "Perhaps the crisis in the North will be longer than the crisis in Ghoyan Drohe. Once everything is ready here, I'm thinking of going to see the White Walkers in the North."
"You will have the chance, don't worry! I will be heading North with full force soon, so I will entrust the affairs of the East to you! Don't let me worry about this region!" Rhaegar said to the Red Viper. This was a position of great responsibility, and in the current era, considering kinship and ability, the Red Viper was perhaps the only one Rhaegar felt capable.
"I will not fail the mission!" The Red Viper said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm still counting on having my own territory in Essos!"
...The Valyrian Peninsula has now become the ruins of the Smoking Sea. Before the Doom, the Smoking Sea was originally dry land, but the disaster shattered the Valyrian Peninsula, and seawater flooded the submerged land, forming the Smoking Sea of today. The ancient and illustrious Valyrian Dragonlords, and the once-invincible Freehold of Valyria, were also destroyed in the Great Disaster.
The dragon group flew over the Smoking Sea. The Smoking Sea is a dangerous area, with volcanoes and smoking stone reefs everywhere in the boiling seawater, and possibly even demons and sea monsters lurking about.
Rhaegar's current location was in northern Valyria, where the islands were very small. The land had subsided, and the ocean had flooded in. If he went deeper into southern Valyria, there should still be larger pieces of land.
"The place in the world that once had the most fire!" Rhaegar took out the purple heart of fire dragon nest and began frantically absorbing heat. The ruby of the dragon nest shone brightly, possessing a strange beauty. The dragon group also floated in the sky, quite content with the air, but the dragons remained vigilant regarding the boiling seawater.
"This place is ominous! Many adventurers came here back then, but all disappeared!" Rhaegar thought. "King Tommen Lannister II of the Rock with his Golden Fleet, a Volantis fleet sent to reclaim the Freehold, and a Dragonlord Orion who led thirty thousand troops and proclaimed himself Emperor of Valyria!"
The smoking stone reefs barely offered a place to land. The smell of sulfur emanating from them meant that only those bearing fire and runes could survive here for long. Rhaegar felt the flames within him stirring restlessly. This was not a good place for mortals, but for a Dragonlord, it was their homeland.
Rhaegar surveyed his surroundings, occasionally spotting fragments of ruined ships. Suddenly, he noticed a strange noise coming from the sea. The water on the surface began to gurgle, and then long tentacles stretched out—blood-colored tentacles covered in disgusting mucus.
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